Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1887-07-09
GNDREW JACOBS.

seension she did 1t 30 prettily that nobody
regarded It as one.
She dressed neatly, hated deceit, was
matter-of-fact in her friendships was
neither impulsiye nor demonstratiye, and
knew how to enjoy life. She was 25 years
old, and proportiOnately sensible in her
views and practical in her purposes.
She owned magnificent place on the
Hudson; Or to be more precise, held half
interest In it. The other half belonged to
her brother Ralph, who spent most Of his
time abroad. The interior was as beauli-
ful as the exterior. She kept servants, did
as she pleased and was responsible TO
large extent, to nobody but herself.
She was fond of riding, boating, and
other outdoor sports, which brought color
% her cheeks and twill to her muscles, but
did not make her seem mannish-
One bright June morning, while seated
upon the verandah, q young man came
leisureiy up the steps. He was tall, grace
ful, athletic, hne-loOking. He took on his
hat, his handsome brown eyes resting upon
her.
aBe seated, she said, with a wave Of her
hand, Whereupon he complied with half
luiZZical occurrences.
II expected you yesterday, she added
at which he merely lifted his eyes IN a
puzzled way. aBut I did not expect to see
YOU so we'll dressed" she continued with
characteristics frankness.
THAT shouldn't matter" he replied,
speaking for the first time, his voice low,
yet distinct and musical.
well, don't know that it does, was
her comment. @YOu know all about horses,
of course?"
aOh, YES, he replied, lifting his hand to
his mouth, to hide queer smile that
stirred it.
aYour recommendations were satisfae-
Tory" she said. Il think you viii do"
Just then an old servant approached.
uBhfIfv1 fhfa r AmFraVv AneOn9
coachman, she quickly said. SHOW him
to his room In the carriage house and eI-
plain to him his duties"
ayes, Miss Lucille, replied the old man.
with bow.
"The fellow is entirely too gentlemanly,H
was her mental comment, as she gazed
after her new domestic.
Before two weeks had passed she found
the man more frequently in her thoughts
than she would have cared to confess. 1t
arose from compaUionShip, and his
thoughtful, oLesieut, telurenual ways.
She felt it was that, apart from his hand
some face and figure. In o dozen OF
instances she was made aware Of the fact
that lie was man of broad culture who
had travelled much and read more.
She took sick in the early part Of Sep
TENDER. The complaint was malarial
fever; it was not q serious attack, yet grave
enough TO cOnfne her to the house. The
doctor would not permit her to read, and
that made her confinement all the more
irksOme.
Andrew Jacobs had spare time on his
hands and no doubt was an excellent
reader. Why not press him into service?
The idea was at once carried out He
read aloud to her for several hours every
day. his voice was sweetly modulated,
and he understood everything which he
read. He occasionally made comments,
and she was as much pleased with them as
with what he read. His presence afforded
her so much qualification that she some
times almost forgot the wide social distinc-
ton between them
In Analysing her feelings she discovered,
with something akin to dismay, that she
had grown very fond Of him. There were
no visitors at the hOuse-her servants were
discreet-and so the intimacy was not made
matter of comment. She did not dismiss
him: she simply became more guarded.
"AIr. Jacobs" she said to him one day,
"you must have led an eventful life"
81 don't know, he replied, q little alb
senty. at has always seemed rather COM
mon-plnce to me-"
"But-you have-suffered some2"
ooh, no, Miss Cavanagh," he replied,
his Soft, brown eyes upon her face What
led you 10 think that?"
She grew embarrassed for O moment,
which was an unusual thing with her. She
did not like TO pry into his past life, and
yet she had become quite curious concern
ing it.
Il suspected that you had met with
with-vicissitudes, she hesitatingly said
you are certainly serving beneath you
capacities"
tIf SO, I am eontented, " he quietly re-
piled, although he cOlOred deeply. "NC
vocation is mean unless we choose TO make
it So"
aYes." she thoughtfuIly assented, and
then relapsed into silence.
oil IL.
himself" she thought, in vexation. "Oh
If his name only wasn't Jacobs! 1t coulC
not be more plebeian."
Her health began to return to her, and
she looked forward with impatient antici-
patton to the drives along the country
roads in the October twilights. But she
was 10 be disappointed, at least So far as
the companionship of Andrew Jacobs was
concerned, for he announced to her his in.
tention to depart.
Sic was in the conservatory at the time
ana Ia had inst pushed open one of the
glass doors.
"Nou are going TO leave me?" she re-
peated, n FAINT pallor in her face, dull
pain in her heart.
"Nes, Miss Cayanagh."
Because I do not pay you enough?"
~Ohs bless you, no, he replied.
doubt2"
@No, Miss CaYanagh. have nothing il
prospect. i simply wish to CO."
She felt hurt; the dull pain in her hear
increased; a climbing rose almost touched
her cheek but it impaired none of it
color to it.
@In that case nothing would induce yoU
to remain" she said, regaining her com.
posure. Al am afraid that I can neyel
supply your place. / supposed that yoI
were entirely satisfied. l."
@On the contrary, have been very dis
satisfied" he interrupted, with so much
vehemence that she looked directly at him,
struck, as never before, by his handsome
face and grand height
i am sorry" she said.
He noticed the grave infection.
Not dissatisfied with you, Miss Cava-
nagh, he quickly said. "No, not with
you-nOr my work-nor my surroundings
but with myself"
We'll, I can't blame you" she rejoined
half musinglys shadow upon her fair face.
Instead should encourage the dissatis-
faction. You need aspirations"
-Ohs have thems he said, grimly. eNOu
cannot encourage them, and that is why ]
ana so Wretched."
She gave a little start, and the blood
rushed TO her face. His speech admitted
of at least one construction. For moment
a feeling of delight stirred her pulses.
Looking at him her eyes met his and they
were agioW with the intenseness Of his
love.
Il cannot forget myself or my place, he
said at is the result of my own foolish
presumption 1t is best that ] should 90.
A swift pallor swept Miss Cavanagh's
face, and she caught her breath hard. She
relt that she was trembling, but her pride
came 10 her aid.
~Yes," she coldly said, repeating his
words, 1T is best that you should 60.
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